If A Poet Screamed Could You Hear?

Like I was sad
no one saw my vision
I half held in contempt my reasons
Didn’t understand why no one held my hand
in meeting my grand illumination within
My dreams are visions and I held ’em so dear
Nothing to fear, though they questioned my sincere
I just wanted to share unbridled and fair
Family and friends, do they see me real now?
Taken years of hard feelings to
rummage the plow

5.12.15

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